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damned_institute2011-10-26 01:10 pm
strayfag) wrote in damned_institute2011-10-26 01:10 pm
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Night 59: Soccer/Recreational Field
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It was admittedly a little better outside. The air lacked the smell of too many things not-so-freshly killed and it felt less claustrophobic than the hallways by far. Unfortunately, even the sky seemed to be glowing faintly pink, which meant Code Fabulous was still in effect. It was casting a lot of freaky shadows.
Badou was starting to think that this might have been a bad idea. Passing through the Rec Field was the quickest route to Alle's room, but not necessarily the safest one. Despite the fact that he was moving quickly with his back mostly to the wall, he kept thinking he saw shapes moving out on the field.
He couldn't be more relived when his fingers closed around the cool metal of the knob and the door eased open. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who wanted in apparently. Something fat and mangy reared up about five feet ahead of him. Badou froze. The squirrel stared. Badou stared back. You have got to be kidding me.
"You wouldn't be one of those singing---"
The squirrel bared its teeth and lunged. Badou swung the door open, throwing his weight behind it as quickly as he could. The impact nearly pushed him off his feet, but squirrel face meeting door was a pretty fantastic sound. Badou grinned. Asshole.
Maybe when he told this story, he'd say it was a bear. And that he'd punched it in the face. And that it had stayed down, because Alvin sure as hell wasn't going to let a little head trauma get between them.
Badou, on the other hand, would be all too happy to end this sordid affair. He bolted. In retrospect, he should have pulled the door shut behind him.
[RUNNING THIS WAY.]
It was admittedly a little better outside. The air lacked the smell of too many things not-so-freshly killed and it felt less claustrophobic than the hallways by far. Unfortunately, even the sky seemed to be glowing faintly pink, which meant Code Fabulous was still in effect. It was casting a lot of freaky shadows.
Badou was starting to think that this might have been a bad idea. Passing through the Rec Field was the quickest route to Alle's room, but not necessarily the safest one. Despite the fact that he was moving quickly with his back mostly to the wall, he kept thinking he saw shapes moving out on the field.
He couldn't be more relived when his fingers closed around the cool metal of the knob and the door eased open. Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who wanted in apparently. Something fat and mangy reared up about five feet ahead of him. Badou froze. The squirrel stared. Badou stared back. You have got to be kidding me.
"You wouldn't be one of those singing---"
The squirrel bared its teeth and lunged. Badou swung the door open, throwing his weight behind it as quickly as he could. The impact nearly pushed him off his feet, but squirrel face meeting door was a pretty fantastic sound. Badou grinned. Asshole.
Maybe when he told this story, he'd say it was a bear. And that he'd punched it in the face. And that it had stayed down, because Alvin sure as hell wasn't going to let a little head trauma get between them.
Badou, on the other hand, would be all too happy to end this sordid affair. He bolted. In retrospect, he should have pulled the door shut behind him.
[RUNNING THIS WAY.]
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He wondered if Alle was even aware of it. He looked different with all of his hair out of his face. Really different. Badou had never seen that kind of smile on his face, but it was weirdly endearing, like he was gonna be just fine. Lost, but fine.
He felt the tension leave his shoulders, and suddenly he was aware again of the cold stinging the slashes across his face and arms. Most of the blood on him was his own, and he'd lost his eyepatch somewhere, too. He raked his own hair out of his face, if only because it was getting into his shiny new wounds. He should stop and patch up, but who knew how much longer they had now? He nodded once at Alle despite feeling just a little too exposed. (Starving kids stared at double cheeseburgers with that kind of intensity.)
"Let's keep going. We're not gonna get a chance like this again."
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He stepped closer, frowning at the blood and injuries across Badou's face and arms. He could see the blank eye-socket where the patch had been lost. Because of him. "You could have run," he said quietly, sounding a little taken aback by the idea that Badou had stuck around.
"Ah, we should go," he agreed, glancing towards the wall.
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That look on his face was pure Alle. He seemed to share a lot of expressions with lost puppies in the rain. Badou waved it off and flinched, barely resisting the urge to draw his arm back and wrap his fingers around it. That would just lead to more puppy faces. "Could have," He agreed easily. "You coming or what?"
He didn't wait for Alle to respond. He started jogging toward the wall again.
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He caught the flinch when Badou waved, expression becoming suspicious for a moment. "I'm coming," he agreed. "Let's get as far as we can." And then they could stop and he could see how badly hurt Badou was.
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His fingers were numb with cold and slick with blood by the time they reached the wall. Normally he wouldn't have had much trouble getting over it, but he wasn't about to risk splitting his head open when they were this close. "Hey, gimmie a boost?"
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"Of course," he said, when Badou asked, and he didn't like the look of him, how pale Badou was even in comparison. He stooped, offering Baodu a perch to help him clamber up to the top of the wall.
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"You got this?" Alle didn't look like he needed any help over, so Badou dropped down on the other side.
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